A/N: This chapter is going to have sexual content. For this Chapter, I am changing the story rating to R. Do not read this chapter if anything of a sexual nature offends you, or you are under the age of 17.

            I do not own Frieza or any of the other DBZ gang.

Chapter Six

            The next two weeks went by very quickly for Frieza and Laylyn. They spent every moment in each other's presence. Laylyn taught Frieza how to dance, and he taught her how to harness her inner power so that she could levitate, although she was having difficulty in learning to actually fly. He wrote her soft poems of love, and she sang him sweet songs of destiny. In the evenings, dinner was always a trial for them, because Thage was present and while the Prince of the Sivare didn't pay much attention to his betrothed, he did always keep one eye on Frieza, since he was as xenophobic as the rest of his race. And perhaps he could sense the outsider was interested in Laylyn.

            When Laylyn would take Frieza out to see the different realms of Nayr, the Sivare stared at him with open curiosity and mistrust. This did not surprise Frieza, for all he had been told about them indicated they were a naturally suspicious lot. The Fey treated Frieza quite well, since they were not so inhibited as their larger allies. They were generally peace loving, and pursuing happiness seemed to be their only true goal in life.  The beasts of the planet reacted individually to him. Those that could sense evil did not tolerate his presence, choosing to flee when he drew near. If Laylen noticed this fact, she never once brought it up to Frieza. He doubted that she had made the connection, because she seemed to see only the good in people. Even him. It had never occurred to her that he might be evil. But of course he knew he was, and he also knew that she was the very embodiment of good. Laylyn spent three days trying to track down a unicorn so that Frieza could get a better look at one, but none could be found, even with her tracking spells.

            Frieza found himself opening up to her about a great deal of his past, his relationships with his family, and though he did not tell her the whole story, he gave her a general history of his past and how he was a renowned warrior throughout the universe. Frieza spent only a fraction of the time trying to study the Sivare and their Magic. It seemed that because Magic was an intangible thing unless it was being utilized, it was almost impossible to gauge its strength, or the true potential of the Sivare. And Magic only responded to the specified call of the caster, so while sometimes Laylyn cast potent spells and enormous amounts of Magic would manifest, other times she would cast simple spells and only tiny currents of Magic could be felt. It was simply too difficult to accurately judge.

            Frieza knew his men were growing impatient. Every night he checked on Dodoria and got reports of his crew. So far none had dared to challenge the word of Dodoria or Zarbon, but they were growing increasingly discontent. He wasn't even interested in the fact that Vegeta had been behaving himself while Frieza was away, and ordinarily he would have been alarmed by such knowledge, since the Saiyan Prince was never tame. He was too distracted by his feelings for Laylyn to notice. His men were a simple lot, their minds always set on battle, and inactivity tended to make them restless. But Frieza did not care. He had formed a bond with Laylyn the day he met her, and that bond was deepening to a level where nothing else was beginning to matter. Almost every thought he had was of her, and he could tell by the way she often stared at him that she felt the same way.

            He had not kissed her since the day she had gone to her mother to beg to be released from her betrothal. He was waiting to see if she would be free to come to him. He did not wish to dishonor her. Although every time they touched, it was torture, and every time she laughed, he wanted to take her in his arms and ravish her. He spent his days in a constant state of arousal. Some evenings he would return to the ship and participate in sparring matches to relieve the sexual tension that gripped his body.

            And then, one night, everything changed. Laylyn and Frieza walked into the dining hall together as they always did, and the only one there was Laysynda.  At first, Laylyn thought that Thage and Nychalys were merely late, but then she saw that her mother's lovely face was streaked with tears. Laylyn immediately ran to her mother's side and put her arms around the other woman's shoulders.

            "Mother, what's wrong? Where's father?" Laylyn did not bother to ask about Thage, as she didn't care if the Prince showed up or not.

            Laysynda looked up at her only child and managed to smile weakly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair off of Laylyn's face. "Your father will not be dining with us tonight, nor for several weeks, I'm afraid. He's very angry with us, you see."

            "Why?" Laylyn asked, her concern for her mother overriding her common sense.

            "For forcing him to break your betrothal, dear child," Laysynda replied. "The King was furious, of course, but I expected that. I did not expect your father to turn on me after we left the palace, but he did. He told me I was a fool for being guided by the whims of a child, that you only wanted out of the betrothal because you are infatuated with the stranger we are allowing to stay in our home."

            Frieza stiffened and Laylyn opened her mouth to protest, but Laysynda held up a hand to stop her from speaking. "I have been through much for you, young lady, you will listen to what I have to say. Your father blames Frieza for influencing you to want out of the marriage to Thage, and I agree with him. I have seen the way you two look at one another. I know that you have no control over the way you feel nor do you wish to cause suffering, but you have. King Orac has banished our family from Court, completely cutting off all of your father's political ties. You know how much he loved being active in the governing body of the Sivare. He takes his anger out on me, because he does not trust himself to speak with you. He wishes for you to stay out of his sight. And he feels that Frieza has betrayed his hospitality by seducing his daughter. I do not agree with him, of course, but right now he will not listen to me. So we will be dining without him for quite some time, I am sure."

            Laylyn and Frieza exchanged a quick glance. Frieza cared little for how Laylyn's father felt, although he was displeased to be the cause of her mother's sorrow. But he was also too overcome by joy to feel much regret. Laylyn was free of her betrothal to Thage. Free to come to Frieza. Free to be his, and his alone. He could now touch her, hold her, kiss her without guilt.

            Laylyn was torn between feeling sad for being responsible for her family's exile, and delighted by being free of Thage. She had been waiting and hoping for weeks for such news, and at last it had come. She was sorry that her father's dreams of being a political leader were now in ruins, but she was ecstatic at the idea of finally being able to be with Frieza.

            She had been haunted by the memory of his kiss, how his powerful body felt when it was pressed against hers, how her pulse raced while she was in his arms. She had known he wouldn't touch her again until she was a free woman. Somehow she'd sensed he was an honorable man. But she had not enjoyed his self-imposed celibacy one bit.

            "I'm sorry, mother," she said, her voice full of genuine sorrow. "Is there anything I can do?"

            Laysynda shook her head briefly. "Not really. Stay out as much as possible, and keep Frieza out of your father's sight. He's positively boiling with rage right now, and anything will set him off. I'll let you know when it is alright for you to speak with him."

            Laylyn nodded in understanding and then, because her stomach was too tied up in knots to eat, she quickly left the dining hall, with Frieza close behind her. She could feel the weight of his eyes on her, but she did not dare to turn around for fear that she would lose control and fling herself upon him. Frieza's thoughts were identical to her own, so he followed her in silence until they entered his chambers.

            The moment the doors were shut, he pulled her into his arms, crushing her against his chest in a comforting embrace, his eyes closed in pleasure from just the feel of her body against his. Overriding his lust was his ever-present concern for her well being, and he gently asked, "Are you alright?"

            For an instant Laylyn didn't answer, and Frieza leaned his head back so he could see her face. Tears were slowly gliding down her cheeks, and her eyes were a mass of turmoil.

            "I don't know. I feel incredibly wonderful because I am free of Thage, and yet miserable because of what my family has had to pay for that freedom."

            He said nothing, because there was nothing he could say to soothe her anguish. He simply laid his cheek on top of her head, his heart aching for her. They stood there in silence for an endless amount of time, and he was content to just hold her. Thus he was surprised when she slid her hands down his sides, tracing the lines of his muscular body. He blinked down at her, not sure how to react. She wasn't looking up at him, but rather her eyes were following the path of her hands. Her touch was soft and somehow the sight of her fingers against his body was unbearably erotic. He didn't want her to stop, but he also knew if he didn't move away from her he would lose control and embarrass himself.

            He quickly took a step away from her, and a look of hurt crossed her face, causing him to reach out and put a finger underneath her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Why did you do that?"

            Laylyn stared at him, her expression one of doubt and uncertainty. "Because I wanted to. I'm sorry if you didn't like it. I hope you'll understand."

            Frieza laughed at her words, his blood racing. "Oh I liked it. I enjoyed it so much I had to put a bit of distance between us so I could still think rationally. And believe me, I understand. I have wanted to touch you for a lifetime, it seems. There are things I've imagined doing to you that would make an innocent such as you faint upon hearing them."

            "Then show me," she whispered, moving closer to him, her eyes gentle and her lips quivering. "For weeks I have thought of nothing but the way I feel when I am in your embrace, and how much I want you to touch me"

            Frieza went very still at her words. He hadn't expected her to say that. To know that she wanted him as much as he wanted her was intoxicating. His entire body began to tremble, and his breathing grew erratic. Silence stretched out between them as they stared at each other, Laylyn waiting for him to speak and Frieza attempting to gain control of himself so he didn't simply leap on her. "Are you sure?" he asked between gritted teeth, his body telling him he was an idiot for offering her a way to recant on her wish for him to teach her the ways of pleasure, but his heart insisting that he treat this woman he loved with utmost care.

            Loved? He loved her? That thought was startling, but he knew it was true, and he was unafraid. He had always thought of love as a weakness, a way to destroy a strong man's will. Now he knew it was something beyond comprehension, and that it possessed a strength he'd never dreamed of. At this moment, he would give up everything he possessed just to have her.

            Laylyn smiled at him shyly and nodded. That was all the assurance Frieza needed. His control snapped and he pulled her back into his arms, his mouth coming down over hers with an all-consuming passion. His tongue slid past the unresisting barrier of her lips so he could fully taste her. She was as sweet as he remembered, and a dull ache began to spread through his body as he grew taut with desire. Heat coursed through her veins, and Laylyn's breasts began to feel fuller, heavier, and a small trace of wetness gathered between her legs. Frieza slid his hands down her back until they came to rest upon the firm curve of her butt, and he gently pushed her hips into his, lost in the electric pleasure that ran through him as she pressed against his arousal. Laylyn felt the evidence of his lust for her, and some inner impulse caused her to lean into him, rubbing her breasts across his chest and her thighs against his, causing him to tighten his grip on her and lightly thrust his hips against hers. And all the while he was kissing her, devouring her mouth with his own, one hot sweep of his tongue at a time, leaving her breathless.

            Though he was thoroughly enjoying kissing her, there were other parts of Laylyn's body that Freiza wanted to see, so he reluctantly broke away from her lips. Laylyn looked up at him with passion-glazed eyes, and it was all he could do not to kiss her again. He smiled down at her and then gently reached around her back to unfasten her gown. It didn't take him long to figure out there was no clasp, and his voice was tinged with urgency when he said, "I want to touch every inch of you."

            Laylyn made a small gesture with her hand, and the gown vanished, leaving her completely naked in his arms. Frieza stepped back and just stared at her, his eyes appreciative. She had glorious breasts, a tiny waist, and incredibly long legs. She was so very dainty and yet so lush. He impatiently removed the gloves he always wore, wanting to feel her. Laylyn blinked in surprise when he bared pale pink colored flesh, his hands tipped with lethal looking black claws, but his gaze was so soft that she was unafraid, only nervous.

            Frieza lightly traced his fingers across her collarbone and then down her sides before sliding the palms of his hands over her breasts. Her skin was like satin, and as he lifted her breasts in his grasp, her nipples hardened, demanding his immediate attention. He leaned down and gently flicked his tongue out so it lightly stroked the tip of her nipple, causing Laylyn to gasp with pleasure. He did this several times, lost in the silky feel of her and the cries of her pleasure. Unbearable heat began to build inside her, and she moaned. Frieza's eyes closed in delight at hearing that sound, and then his mouth closed over her nipple, sucking on it insistently, pausing to place kisses around the curve of her breast, but always returning to her nipple. He switched between both breasts until she was mindless with pleasure and her legs gave out.

            He picked her up and carried her to the bed, setting her down in the center. "You are so very beautiful," he murmured, staring at her as she lay naked before him, surround by the halo of her hair. "I have seen the wonders of the universe, the creations of countless civilizations, and nothing compares to you."

            Laylyn smiled at him in pleasure, her gaze shy. His fingers reached out of their own will to trace the length of her shapely thighs, and his eyes drifted down to rest upon her center. He was suddenly overcome by the urge to sample her sweetness, to bring her pleasure such as she'd never dreamed. He slowly climbed onto the bed, picked up a pillow, and then placed it beneath Laylyn's hips. She looked at him in surprise, but all he said was, "I have to know the taste of you."

            Before she could speak, Frieza lowered his head and then delicately licked the sensitive skin of her clit. Laylyn's eyes widened as pleasure surged through her with alarming force, and she immediately tried to sit up, her body trying to escape such overwhelming sensations. Frieza had been expecting this, and he put his hand on her hip, holding her in place. He licked at her clit several more times, pausing each time she bucked her hips, giving her a moment to recover. The taste of her was incredible, sweet and salty and so unique that he found himself craving it. He teased her for only a short time, not wanting to be cruel and not capable of keeping himself from fully sampling her. He took her clit into his mouth and started to slowly, gently suck on it, flicking his tongue against it at random moments. Laylyn's struggles grew increasingly weak, until she finally began to move with the rhythm of his mouth. Only then did he take his hand off her hip, reaching over to remove his other glove, and then the rest of his armor, never once taking his mouth from her.

            Tight, spiraling heat was coursing through her body, filling her with feelings so intense she was afraid they would shatter her very being. She became mindless with pleasure, her body screaming for release, her hips bucking against Frieza's gentle, insistent mouth. He knew she was close, and because he also knew this first time he would not be able to last very long, he did not bring her to climax with his mouth. He released her clit with great reluctance, kissing his way up her curvaceous body until his lips met hers in a fiery kiss. His body was throbbing with desire, he had craved her so intensely for weeks on end.

            He settled his weight against her, marveling at how small she was, even compared to him. Her legs wound themselves around his hips, and he could feel his pulsing shaft slide up against her heated core. It was exquisite torture, the erotic feel of the tip of his penis nudging against her, just barely slipping in and out of her. He continued to kiss her, relaxing her as much as possible, and he reached down with one hand to lightly rub against her clit. She moaned against his lips, and he was unable to wait a moment longer.

              He wrapped his tail around her waist, placed a hand on either side of her face and then whispered, "Look at me."

            Laylyn opened her eyes to look up at him, and tenderness surged through Frieza when he saw the trust there. He leaned forward until their noses were touching and then, because he couldn't help himself, he said, "I love you."

            Laylyn smiled back at him, her eyes lighting up with happiness. "Not half as much as I love you," she replied, running her hands down his back.

            Her words stirred up a savage joy and a fierce possessiveness within him. He bent down to kiss her, their eyes never breaking contact, and it was then that he entered her. He felt the barrier of her virginity give way, but Laylyn made no sound of pain, for she was so aroused by his earlier loving attentions to her body that she was ready for him. She was so incredibly tight and hot, and Frieza knew he wouldn't last long if he continued to look into her eyes, so he looked down at her beautiful body beneath him, and then began to thrust into her slowly, worshipping her with his eyes and hands.

            Laylyn's body was craving release, and each one of Frieza's slow thrusts was driving her to a state of madness. She started to move with him, lifting her hips to meet his in an almost desperate rhythm, aching for satisfaction. Frieza knew she was close, but he wanted to make certain she came, so he refused to pick up the pace, knowing he'd be lost if he did. He continued to slide in and out of her with slow, deep thrusts, and he could have continued in this fashion for quite some time, glorying in the wet silky heat of her, but Laylyn wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "Please…I ache…"

             He could deny her nothing. Frieza's tail tightened on her waist and he put her legs around his waist, holding them there with gentle force, and he began to drive into her. Faster. Harder. Sweat began to slide over their bodies, and they were both gasping with pleasure. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "You feel so amazing, so very wonderful. Your body is as perfect as you are, eclipsed only by the beauty of your heart, and I will spend an eternity at your feet if you would but ask."

            Laylyn was beyond thought, but some primitive part of her understood what he said, and she leaned up to gently bite his neck in a sign of possession. Frieza's restraint shattered, and he angled his body so that it slid against her clit as he thrust into her, sending Laylyn over the edge. She threw her head back and screamed, a wondrous cry that brought Frieza tumbling down into the abyss of pleasure after her, their bodies exploding in simultaneous release.

            Frieza collapsed from exhaustion, totally drained by the earlier control he'd displayed. Not wanting to crush Laylyn beneath his weight, he rolled onto his back so that she was sprawled across his chest. His eyes traced the features of her face, their every curve forever seared into his memory, and in that moment he knew he couldn't live without her. Her eyes were still closed, but as he stared up at her, she slowly opened them and said in a solemn voice, "That was incredible."

            Frieza laughed at her frank honesty, pulling her tighter against his chest. "Yes, it was, but I assure you I can bring you even more pleasure."

            Laylyn looked at him skeptically. "More pleasure then that?"

            "Beyond your wildest dreams," he told her. "And I intend to share everything I know with you."

            She smiled at him then, leaning in to kiss him, but she paused as her lips brushed against his. "We can never do this again."

            Pain raced through Frieza, and he frowned up at her in confusion. "Why not?"

            "Because we could be caught," Laylyn replied. "I have already put my family through enough shame for my happiness. I won't hurt them further."

            But you would slowly kill me, Frieza thought desperately, knowing that one taste of her wasn't enough. He could never get enough. He refused to beg her, though, his pride would not permit it. "I see," he said, his voice going cold.

            Laylyn did not notice his tone, for she was lost in thought. Suddenly, she smiled. "I know! We'll use the lake."

            "I beg your pardon?" Frieza drawled, trying to distance himself from her, stung by her lack of consideration for him.

            "The lake where we first met. We can meet there. No one ever goes there but me, I am the only Sivare that the Singing Serpents tolerate."

            "What are you talking about?" he asked, genuinely confused, his emotions still reeling from her seeming rejection of a relationship with him.

            "We can meet at the lake to make love," she answered, a smile on her lips. "What did you think I meant?"

            Relief washed through Frieza, followed by joy, and while he was alarmed that she could cause such drastic reactions in him, he did not even bother to fight it. "I thought you were suggesting we not be together," he answered, feeling foolish for having misunderstood her.

            Her gaze softened, and she lightly stroked a finger down his cheek. "Never, Frieza. I could never be without you. But for now, I should go to my own rooms. It's not safe for me to be here. Meet me at the lake, tonight."

The lovers were lost in their own world of hopes and dreams, and did not notice the man who emerged from the shadows of the hallway after Laylyn left Frieza's room and entered her own.

            Late that night, the two came together again by the lake, their bodies expressing their love more eloquently then their words ever could. For the next several weeks they met this way. During the days, they would spend all their time together but were careful to never touch, and during the nights they immersed themselves in pleasuring one another. They were so completely enamored of one another that they never once sensed the presence of the man who followed them each day and watched their every move by night.

            Frieza had never known such joy as he found with Laylyn. His heart was no longer his own. She possessed his very soul. One day as they had walked in the gardens, Laylyn had looked at him with frightened eyes and said, "Stay here with me forever."

            "I will," Frieza had answered in all seriousness, his eyes grave. "Nothing will ever keep me from your side."

            He no longer thought of asking Laylyn to leave Nayr with him. He no longer cared for power, or conquests, or wealth. None of it had brought him the peace he felt in just standing next to her, or the happiness he felt when she laughed at something he said. His previous life of conquest seemed empty and meaningless, and he no longer wished to possess anything but the love of Laylyn.

            With each passing day, Frieza shared more of himself with her, telling her things even his family didn't know, how he resented living in the shadow of his brother and under the iron rule of his father. He showed her all four of his forms, although the third one frightened her, she seemed to thoroughly enjoy the second form when he towered over her. But her very favorite was the fourth, because that was how she had met him, and that was the way she would always think of him. He slowly told her the truth of his past, but only in small increments. He admitted he was the commander of an enormous empire of mercenaries, and that they colonized planets for various buyers. He just didn't mention that usually these planets already had inhabitants that had to be killed first.

            He instinctively knew that if he told Laylyn the whole truth, she would turn away from him. It wouldn't be because she no longer loved him, but because she could never allow herself to be with someone who had brought such pain to others. Her soul was too kind and giving to accept such a thing. She would never understand it. And to be honest, Frieza was not the same man anymore. He had changed drastically since his arrival on Nayr. He could still be cold and commanding when dealing with his men, but he had grown kinder, his thoughts turning to the lighter side of life. A wife, a family, a life of peace had taken the place of his dreams of universal domination.

            One evening after dinner, Laylyn said, "I have something I want you to see."

            Frieza had simply followed her through the house, and she led him past the yards to a place she called the stables. Inside were enormous, gentle, plant eating animals she called horses. She showed him how to saddle his mount, and though at first it was difficult to maintain his balance on the beast, after a while he was able to ride rather well. She raced him through the forests of Nayr, and then slowed her horse, leaning close to whisper, "You must be very quiet from here on. It took me a while to track them down, but I finally managed it. They won't be here for long, this is something that only happens once a year. It is their time of gathering"

            Frieza smiled at her, enjoying her excitement, and nodded his agreement to remain quiet. They dismounted and left their horses grazing by a small pool of water. They continued on foot, following a small stream that gradually widened until it became a peaceful, slow moving river. At a point where the river crested over a high ridge, it tumbled down to a small valley in a breath-taking waterfall, and then turned into a large lake. Flowers of all colors bloomed at the waters edge, creating a living rainbow. And in this valley were dozens of creatures.

            A great feeling of peace and love rose within Frieza, stirring up a distant memory of his first day on Nayr, and he instinctively knew what the creatures were. Unicorns. Unlike that first time, now he could see them clearly, and they were hauntingly beautiful. They easily stood seven feet tall at the shoulders and were powerfully muscled, but they moved with a grace that was unearthly. They were all a shade of purest white, and they glowed with an inner light. Their cloven hoofs were silver and sparkled like stars, and twisting horns of argent rose from their foreheads, a noble crown between their delicate ears, gleaming even in the fading light and giving off a kaleidoscope of color. Their long snowy manes curved along proud ridges of slender necks and fell to their knees, and flowers were entwined in their tresses. Their tails were long and lithe, and ended in silken strands of shining hair that trailed upon the ground behind them.

            They danced around the valley, gliding in pairs and trios, seeming to dance together, and Frieza was awed by their magnificence. This went on for only a few minutes, and then quite suddenly, one unicorn raised its head and looked directly at the place where Laylyn and Frieza sat watching from the ridge. The animal called out a clarion cry of alarm that was enthralling in its beauty, and the other unicorns turned to look at the couple. For an instant Frieza held his breath, remembering how the last unicorn he'd crossed paths with had fled from his sight, but to his surprise, after several moments of silence, the unicorns decided they were no threat and went back to their graceful dancing movements.

            Frieza and Laylyn sat there for several hours that night and just watched the fair creatures, until at last the animals began to disperse one by one, their great gathering at an end. Laylyn stood up with a laugh and then ran back to their horses, and Frieza followed close behind her, allowing her to win but making it seem challenging for her. She suddenly paused to look back over her shoulder at him and whispered, "Tell me that you love me."

            Frieza's heart pounded in his chest as he looked at her, his senses alive with the joy of the night and the beauty she had shared with him. "I love you."

            Laylyn smiled at him teasingly, and his knees grew weak. "How much do you love me?"

            He took a step closer to her, his expression solemn, driven by the extent of his feelings for her, buy his sheer devotion to her. "More than life itself."

            She started laughing then, her eyes twinkling with merriment. "Oh Frieza, you are always so intense! You must learn to relax."

            "I cannot help the way you make me feel," he answered, drawing her into his arms. "Every moment I am with you, I feel more alive then I have ever felt in my entire life."

            Laylyn leaned up and kissed him gently. "And when I am with you, I know that you are my very soul. I would be lost without you."

            "Just so long as you don't get lost on the way to the lake," he teasingly murmured, kissing her sweet lips briefly before releasing her.

            "Never," she assured him as they mounted their horses. "The Singing Serpents would be distraught were we to not make an appearance."

            Frieza snorted at that, than smiled at her and said, "I will see you tonight."

            Laylyn smiled back at him and nodded, urging her horse into a gallop. Frieza watched her go, mesmerized by the way her hair billowed out in the wind behind her, and the silhouette of her body astride the stallion. He like this method of transportation much better then teleporting spells, he decided.

            When she was out of sight, he glanced at the sky, and came to a sudden decision. That night after he met with Laylyn, he would contact Dodoria and tell him to report to Coola. He was turning his empire over to his brother. Let Coola deal with the evil of their family traditions, Frieza was going to be free of family duty at last, choosing to be enslaved by the love of a Sivare instead. His heart felt incredibly lightened by this decision, and he kicked his horse into a gallop, heading for the lake of the Singing Serpents.

            From the darkness behind him, there emerged a small group of Sivare men, their faces hidden in the waning light, their intentions foul. In silence they began to follow Frieza to the lake, determination etched into their every movement. Their time of waiting was at an end. Now they would act.